I have debunked and fled for comfort food (pie with mushy peas) and my brother-in-laws computer.
The beers in the beer fridge are singing to me like a magic sword thirsting for blood, I am so wound up and and and ... to be succinct ... I am suffering some computer rage and am venting before I smash something.
grrrrr
Edit: and then it turns out that the website I'd been looking about has been screwing with me too and the job wasn't there when I searched again (sometimes it spontaneously doesn't register when you tick queensland etc when you hit search)
Edit Edit: I can't believe I just spent the last three hours attempting to apply for a job that isn't even there. I've mentioned before that god hates me, haven't I?
Edit Edit Edit: I am sure it has nothing to do with my habit of muttering "Jesus Christ on a Popsicle Stick" or "Jesus Christ in a Ham Bag" in times of stress.
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